Still Mia’s POV
“Hey beautiful,” he called out to me, startling me to the point where I dropped the glass of water I was holding in my hand. I did not maintain that shocked expression for long, it disappeared when I set eyes on him. I replaced it with the hardest scowl I could pull up,
“Get the fuck out!” I yelled furiously, pointing the door for him to leave. He ignore me and walked towards the table, I mean my table. He pushed my workload aside, then he laid the basked he his holding on the table.
“Get the fuck out of here Drake!
This is an office, my office to be precise. I do not want to deal with you right now, I want to be left alone because I have important work to do. I need you to respect my decision and get the hell out of here right now!” I requested.
“Why don’t you consider my feelings and at least hear me out for even five minutes,” he retorted, taking slow steps towards me. I moved back slowly, putting my hand up to stop him, but he just ignored me and keep on coming closer, closing the gap between us, backing me up against the glass window that gives a good view of the city.
“Drake, stop!
Please stop!
I can’t do this now, I can’t stand your presence,” I admitted honestly.
“Shhhhhh…
Stop talking already!” he scolded and shushed me as he finally caught up with me, putting his hands on either side of my face, trapping me.
“I hate you, Drake, I fucking hate you!
You lying cheat!
Let me go!” I yelled at him, hitting him hysterically as I tried to get away from him. He caught my hands and held them above my head, forcing me to look up at his face. I opened my mouth to yell at him, but he shut my rambling by covering my mouth with his and kissing me roughly. I tried to push him away, but he was so determined to keep me pinned against the wall, trapped between him and the huge glass windows.
Hitting and kicking him is just a waste of my time and energy, I could as well be kicking against a brick wall. Soon, I gave up and let him have his way with me. I gave in to his kisses, I relaxed and enjoyed his kisses, standing on my tiptoes, kissing him back as urgently as he kissed me. He lifted me to his hips, letting me wrap my legs around his hips. I threw my head back, bucking my hip to meet his, moaning softly as he moved his lips down my neck, down to my boobs. Then he stopped…
Yes, he fucking stopped, just like that. I wonder why he stopped, then I noticed the movement of his nose as he sniffed the air around me, looking at me weirdly. I got more curious when his mood changed, I could see him grinding his teeth in anger and the veins on his forehead popped out.
“What have you been up to, why do I smell Riley’s perfume on you, were you with my brother?” he asked me fiercely, glaring daggers at me. At first, I didn’t understand what he was trying to say, and when I finally got his point, I landed a slap on his face, pushing him on his chest as I glared furiously at him.
“You have no right Drake!
You have no fucking right to accuse me of seeing your brother behind you, not when you are also guilty of seeing a girl behind me. Rosalie is your ex, while Riley is mine. If you can spend all morning with your ex, then why can’t I spend the morning with Riley?” I asked him smugly, getting him more furious. I don’t know why I’m doing this when I could have just told him the truth.
I could just tell him that Riley had been here waiting for me when I got back from lunch. As usual, he tried to convince me that we belonged together, we had a little argument that lasted only a few minutes, and then he was gone. He did try to touch me, and he tried to caress me, but I pushed him away and threatened to scream and alert everyone on the floor. He knew that would get him in trouble, the door is wide open, so everyone could hear me screaming.
Drake’s secretary walked in to announce Drake’s arrival, and he left immediately before his brother could meet him there. He left my office in such a hurry, if I didn’t know better, I would say that he is running away because he is scared of his brother. I almost giggled at his reaction when he threatened to make me beg him. He didn’t even wait for me to respond to his threats, he ran off immediately, trying to get out of the way before Drake gets up here.
I could have just told him all this to put an end to his anger, I could have tried to pamper his ego and assure him that I would never betray his trust. But I won’t do it, I refuse to be treated this way. He still hasn’t told me where he has been all morning and what he was doing with her. Yet here he is, accusing me of seeing his brother. If that is not selfishness, then I have no idea what is.
“What… The… Hell… Were… You… Doing… With… My… Brother?” he let out furiously, dragging and emphasizing each word as if I couldn’t hear him if he says it any other way.
“Get the hell out of here, Drake. I don’t want to see your face.” I told him angrily, hoping he listens to me. But he didn’t, all I did is infuriate him even more. He pulled his hand through his hair, trying to calm himself but failing miserably.
“Don’t you fucking dare!” he growled at me when I tried to walk out on him. I tried to ignore him, but he pulled me back roughly, pushing me against the glass doors, a little too roughly. He turned me around, forcing me to look out the window, standing behind me. I felt his hand on my back as he unzips my jumpsuit and lets it fall on the floor,
“Wait,
Drake!
Hold on!
What the hell are you doing, how could you still want me this way?
How can you think of sex when we are both so upset?” I shrieked furiously, trying to push him away and get him to stop. He didn’t budge, and he didn’t stop, he did not let me turn either, he grabbed hold of my hands and held them above my head.
“Stop fighting it!
I need this right now, this is the only way I can get myself calm again.” He muttered softly. That was all it took to get me to shut up, although I still wondered what was going through his mind. He let go of my hand, pulling his hands on my body, slowly. I tried to bring down my hand, but he wouldn’t let me,
“Hands above your head!” His voice was hypnotic as he ordered sternly, and just like that, I obliged his request and left my hands above my head as he instructed. You would think that I’m under a spell or something like that. He caressed my body, roughly. When he caressed my boobs, he also pinched my buds, making me wince in pain and moan in pleasure at the same time. I could feel his bulge poking my ass, I’m so ready to have him buried within me.
“Fuck me!
Fuck me hard and fast!” I let out pleadingly as he kept torturing me with his rough caresses. I know he is still pissed, and this rough action is his way of displaying his anger, it is a reflection of his anger and I’m willing to see how far he will take it. He wants to hurt me because he thinks I fucked his brother, this is the only way he could express his anger at the moment, this is meant to hurt me and make me feel remorseful for hurting him. But I don’t feel an ounce of guilt within me because I never did anything with his dickhead of a brother. I would never do that to him, the thought of it is making me want to gag.
I can make him stop if I wanted to, I can end this whole drama anytime I want to. But I don’t want to, and that’s the weird part of it. I want him to do it, I want to be screwed hard and fast by him. Rosalie had mocked me with it, she said I would never be able to satisfy his wild desires. He has never shown me this side of him, and although I know that I’m toiling with his emotions, I still want him to have his way with me, just the way he wants it.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked me in a hoarse tone, sending shivers down my spine. I hummed and nodded hysterically, I could feel the shivers between my legs, and I feel my pussy dripping with my juices.
“I want you, Drake. Fuck me already!” I let out lustfully, moaning like a whore.
He groaned loudly and pushed me against the glass. My boobs pressed against the glass, with my hands above my head. My stomach and face pressed against the glass, but he had my ass up in the air, granting him easy access to my honeypot. He stood behind me, and he wordlessly penetrates me from behind, sinking his extremely large cork deep down in my wet cunt.
A moaning gasp escaped from both of us, with his sounding like an animalistic growl. He pounded into me, going deeper and deeper, fucking me so hard and fast, banging me repeatedly as I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Holy Fuck!
I’m never letting him go after this, I can’t stop at this point. I’m definitely gonna get more of this freaking hard sex from him. I couldn’t keep up with his pace and now I understand exactly what Rosalie was talking about. This is too much for a beginner like me to handle, it hurts, and yet I’m pleasured by it. The pain and pleasure mixed together to send me straight to the clouds. I just couldn’t keep up with him, I could only moan and scream like a fucking pornstar.
His hand is locked in my curls as he pulls my head backward. His other hand is holding my hips in place as he continued pushing into me, hitting all the right spots.
My orgasm came with a force that I’d never experienced before and my body shivered in pure, sweet, delightful pleasure. He came right after me, pouring his seed deep inside of me as he collapsed on my shoulder, throwing his weight on me. I would have slumped from his weight, but he pulled me into his arms, taking me to the couch. He plopped on the couch and pulled me down with him. I lay comfortably beside him, staring at the ceiling, trying to even my breathing and calm my nerves
“That was fucking amazing. I want more.” I pleaded shamelessly.
“Shut the fuck up, I don’t want to hear a word from you.” He growled angrily, reminding me that he is still upset with me. I giggled softly and tried to stand up from the couch, but he pulled me back and held me down firmly, forcing me to lie down beside him.
“If you are going to hurt me, then just go ahead and do it. Why are you holding back?” I yelled out in frustration.
“Are you going to keep lying to my fucking face, are you so vindictive that you would make up something so stupid, just to hurt me?” He asked me angrily, making me turn to stare at him curiously.
“How did he know that I’m lying?” I thought to myself as he glared furiously at me.
“Don’t you give me that look, Mia!
Are you trying to get me to kill my brother, do you want him dead?” he asked me angrily.
Now, I feel guilty…
Wait, is he going to kill his brother if he had really screwed me?